I was floating high above
The irreverent, impossible,
But lasting dream
That I was a nightmare
And I'm haunting her as she sleeps.
I get the feeling im lost,
Stuck inside a hole without a map
Or the ability to reach out
and silence her screams.
Nothing is as nothing seems,
A repetition haunts my needs
Over and over again:
Slowed down to nothing ever again
And played over and over in my eyes,
Pried open like toys,
Ready for everyone to enjoy.
Sometimes I think I know
Everyone can see inside of me.
Sometimes I think I know
Everyone is inside of me.
But all I can really know is
That I'm here:
Something of a rash, and vaguely
Familiar past life.
One I can't seem to leave. |
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